Above the clouds...

Courage is the price that Life exacts for granting peace.
The soul that knows it not Knows no release from little things:
Knows not the livid loneliness of fear,
Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hear
The sound of wings.
How can life grant us boon of living, compensate
For dull gray ugliness and pregnant hate
Unless we dare The soul's dominion?
Each time we make a choice, we pay
With courage to behold the restless day,
And count it fair.

— Amelia Earhart

Springtime accolades to share!

'For behold, the winter is past,  
The rain is over and gone.  
 'The flowers have already appeared in the land;  
The time has arrived for pruning the vines,  
And the voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.  
 'The fig tree has ripened its figs,  
And the vines in blossom have given forth their fragrance.  
Arise, my darling, my beautiful one,  
And come along!' " 
Song 2:11-13 

An Accolade is:

A specific moment that is captured (and paralyzed) in time.

A moment you cannot steal your eyes away from.

A moment that catches you by surprise.

A moment you can rest assured in.

A moment you can just let go of.

THAT is an accolade.